happier ៚ h.js
❝ I like to think of happiness as a visiting friend. It doesn’t have to be something big or grandiose but it comes out of the blue when you need it the most. ❞
៚ PAIRING. han jisung x gn!reader
៚ GENRE. fluff, angst; college!au, s2l, f2l, (hurt) comfort, romance, drama
៚ WARNINGS. language, food, discussions of mental health and allusions to anxiety and/or depression, crying, misunderstandings (not between the main pairing), (PG-13)
៚ WORD COUNT. 20k
៚ SUMMARY. after volunteering to become a subject for jisung’s psychology final, you assume your monotonous life will simply go on. but suddenly, there’s a lot more drama in your life and you feel yourself plummeting. but there’s hope - especially when jisung vows to change that, taking you on fun ‘dates’ in order to restore your faith in happiness and show you why life is truly worth living.
៚ A/N. asksjskjs i am back from the dead with this shorter fic for my beloved ji . this piece is a bit more personal to me so i hope i did it justice <3 tysm @dini-chu for the lovely banner :3 and thank you @r1oboxv for beta reading the beginning of the fic (you can tell that the quality of the first two parts is way better than the rest lol), you’re like a professional editor lmao; @intotheneozone and @celestialgyu for going over the rest <3 nala your comments were really helpful and so funny at times gaaah :’)) and the ficscafe ensemble for helping me out with specific parts i felt stuck on, tysm guys T.T
“Are you happy?”
You muster what you believe to be the perfect poker face as you slowly shake your head, staring right into the camera lens and pursing your lips.
“No.”
It was very subtle, your voice cracking by the ‘o’, and you pray that Jisung doesn’t pick up on your crumbling facade. Unbeknownst to you, his inquisitive eyes catch the way your lips waver despite your best efforts to appear calm and collected. He doesn’t push you though, instead, he scribbles something down in his notebook, looks back up, and gives you the warmest of smiles.
It almost makes your heart skip a beat, the way he looks at you: as if you’re an old friend, as if you’re someone he actually cares about deeply. Perhaps it affected you more than it should, considering how cold and unkind people have been to you in the past. And his smile is infectious—it almost makes you want to smile too, but you stick to being casual and nonchalant. After all, you’re nothing but a ‘subject’ for his psychology final.
